Jiang Luoluo soon caught a fish as well. The fishing rod trembled slightly, indicating it was probably an ice fish.
She pressed the button, and the ice fish was quickly reeled in; this speed was much faster than Chu Mingcheng's hand-cranking.
However, just as the line had been reeled in for several tens of meters, it suddenly tightened even more, and the rod bent sharply.
"Hey, hey, hey, I've got a big one..."
Jiang Luoluo was delighted, but before she could finish her sentence, the bent and tense rod suddenly sprang back up.
Even those who didn't understand fishing could guess the reason behind this scene, and her little face instantly fell.
Chu Mingcheng held back his laughter. He figured he would soon be the scapegoat for the mishap.
Jiang Luoluo pursed her lips, shot him an annoyed glance, and then took the ice fish with only its head left and threw it away.
Fortunately, no more mishaps occurred, and the number of ice fish in the box behind them kept growing.
